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==== Session 1 ==== | ==== Session 1 ==== | ||
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(//I was born//) 2,798 years ago, or 788 BC. | (//I was born//) 2,798 years ago, or 788 BC. | ||
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==== Session 2 ==== | ==== Session 2 ==== | ||
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When I arrived in Jerusalem in 1099, I could be what one would call a plethora of all current human knowledge. Studying for about 800 years would do that to you. That, and I wasn't to shabby a fighter. Having to deal with Viking raiders every so often does that to you. But, back on topic: I assisted in the the siege of Jerusalem, and was there when the Kingdom of Jerusalem was established. I got my head lobbed off, and woke up in the camp of one Robert Curthose. That's how I eventually ended up landing in Portsmouth in 1101. So I hung around with this guy for a while, it's not like I, being immortal, hadn't already done almost everything at this point (having been alive almost two thousand years by this point). Then, in 1105, I helped some of his friends undress him in his sleep so that he would have to miss a sermon by the venerable Serlo. I turned up in his place, and after the sermon slipped into the crowd, and eventually found my way to Sardinia in 1106. | When I arrived in Jerusalem in 1099, I could be what one would call a plethora of all current human knowledge. Studying for about 800 years would do that to you. That, and I wasn't to shabby a fighter. Having to deal with Viking raiders every so often does that to you. But, back on topic: I assisted in the the siege of Jerusalem, and was there when the Kingdom of Jerusalem was established. I got my head lobbed off, and woke up in the camp of one Robert Curthose. That's how I eventually ended up landing in Portsmouth in 1101. So I hung around with this guy for a while, it's not like I, being immortal, hadn't already done almost everything at this point (having been alive almost two thousand years by this point). Then, in 1105, I helped some of his friends undress him in his sleep so that he would have to miss a sermon by the venerable Serlo. I turned up in his place, and after the sermon slipped into the crowd, and eventually found my way to Sardinia in 1106. | ||
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==== Session 3 ==== | ==== Session 3 ==== | ||
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After serving through a few Crusader campaigns alongside the Immortal Edward, I decided that it was time to return to the Orient. I found my way into a place called Fotuo, in 1201. I joined this monastery, and learned their ways, albeit slowly. I was there for about ten years, until a large war broke out nearby. On a visit to the local town to pick up some food from a family that had offered to give some, I was forcibly conscripted into some sort of army. We were facing a large army of nomads, it seemed. Luckily, my experience in the Crusades and my recent learning of Kung Fu allowed me to pull through without dying until 1215. I helped hold a seemingly important city for months, before the nomads finally broke in and killed everyone, including myself. I awoke in a hospital four years later, in 1218, ironically now in the care of the nomads. They didn't seem to realize I had been working with the enemy what felt like a few hours before. I reluctantly signed up to become one of them after I heard that they were headed for Europe. I had the pleasure of fighting in the invasion of Khwarezmia, and was on multiple occasions the accomplice or participant of a massacre of innocents, particularly at a place called Urgench. I managed to leave the army, and arrived in my homeland again in 1229, where it seemed that once again there was a war going on. It seems there was some sort of "Roman Empire" | After serving through a few Crusader campaigns alongside the Immortal Edward, I decided that it was time to return to the Orient. I found my way into a place called Fotuo, in 1201. I joined this monastery, and learned their ways, albeit slowly. I was there for about ten years, until a large war broke out nearby. On a visit to the local town to pick up some food from a family that had offered to give some, I was forcibly conscripted into some sort of army. We were facing a large army of nomads, it seemed. Luckily, my experience in the Crusades and my recent learning of Kung Fu allowed me to pull through without dying until 1215. I helped hold a seemingly important city for months, before the nomads finally broke in and killed everyone, including myself. I awoke in a hospital four years later, in 1218, ironically now in the care of the nomads. They didn't seem to realize I had been working with the enemy what felt like a few hours before. I reluctantly signed up to become one of them after I heard that they were headed for Europe. I had the pleasure of fighting in the invasion of Khwarezmia, and was on multiple occasions the accomplice or participant of a massacre of innocents, particularly at a place called Urgench. I managed to leave the army, and arrived in my homeland again in 1229, where it seemed that once again there was a war going on. It seems there was some sort of "Roman Empire" | ||
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==== Session 4 ==== | ==== Session 4 ==== | ||
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Having already lived 2,500 years, this little stretch of five hundred years, which is of quite some interest to many historians, passed just as quickly as the rest. I eventually abandoned Columbus on that little island, and ventured along the ocean bottom, daring to go farther than the rest. Eventually, I did reach my destination, | Having already lived 2,500 years, this little stretch of five hundred years, which is of quite some interest to many historians, passed just as quickly as the rest. I eventually abandoned Columbus on that little island, and ventured along the ocean bottom, daring to go farther than the rest. Eventually, I did reach my destination, | ||
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==== Session 5 ==== | ==== Session 5 ==== | ||
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My character maintains his original, Egyptian birth name as a last name, and throughout the ages has adopted different first names in order to fit in with whatever society he happened to live with. If the other Eternals knew about him (which they wouldn' | My character maintains his original, Egyptian birth name as a last name, and throughout the ages has adopted different first names in order to fit in with whatever society he happened to live with. If the other Eternals knew about him (which they wouldn' | ||
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==== Session 6 ==== | ==== Session 6 ==== | ||
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__[[Bosch]]: | __[[Bosch]]: | ||
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**[[AH.com Eternals]]** | **[[AH.com Eternals]]** | ||
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